[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

103: High School Student 11

Paracelsus had no idea that after diligently planning for so many years and enduring so many trials and tribulations, he would suddenly fall to a mysterious fist out of nowhere.

It was incredibly baffling.

He couldn't even tell what his opponent looked like. A cyan and gold fog had appeared, and an instant later a powerful force struck him in the face and slammed him across the auditorium.

It happened so quickly the alchemist couldn't react at all.

The person who'd punched him didn't hold back. Paracelsus felt like his back had been shoved through wooden splinters.

There was always a price for immortality. Although alchemists could enjoy near-eternal life with the elixir prepared from the philosopher's stone, they always lost something in return.

Their sense of taste, for example, or certain emotions.

Nicholas Flamel lost interest in almost everything, which was why he locked himself in his workshop day and night. If one day he lost interest in alchemy, not even the philosopher's stone would be able to save a heart that was already buried in the ground.

What Paracelsus lost was his sense of touch. He couldn't feel pain, so his broken leg didn't bother him. As he lay on the ground he began to chant a magic pattern. An alchemical array covered with glowing golden symbols sprang to his fingertip, whirling and spinning, quickly covering him with a shield.

As a celebrated alchemist, he was highly experienced in the use of magic patterns. In fact, thanks to the continual energy provided by the philosopher's stone, he could mop the floor with all lower-level creatures.

Paracelsus's face was dispassionate, and a crimson gem glittered on his finger. "Esteemed sir, what is the reason for this sudden attack?"

Speaking of which, he was deeply perplexed.

Paracelsus had always been cautious in his dealings. Aside from a few members of the R'lyeh sect whom he personally brought inside MU, there was no possible way anyone else could have discovered his identity, much less expose him at a time like this.

Zong Yan didn't waste any words. Yun Zhong Jun marshalled his clouds, a light flared in his palm, and the alchemist's protective shield shattered.

There was no point asking this guy any questions. He would just refuse to answer. Whatever, beat him up.

It didn't matter if Paracelsus was one of the most powerful members of the human race. In front of the persona card of a full-fledged Elder God, he still had to kneel.

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Thanks to Cassandra's early warning, Miskatonic University burst into activity in the middle of the night.

Everything went according to Paracelsus's plan. His supporters confused the crowd and led everyone to the main storeroom on the other side of MU. Before Yun Zhong Jun arrived, Paracelsus had told them the auditorium was clear of enemies, so the area was deserted. This also meant the alchemist couldn't call anyone over to save him.

The evidence his fellow cultists had placed in the storage room was discovered at this time. Everyone was busy tracking the thieves and didn't spare a thought to what was happening in the auditorium.

Yog-Sothoth didn't wait outside for long before Yun Zhong Jun reappeared, stepping out from a cloud of mist.

Zong Yan's expression wasn't happy. His brows were tightly knitted in a frown.

The Lord of the Gate noticed there was something in his hand. In Zong Yan's palm was a ruby ring inlaid with dark gold filigree. The god instantly recognized it.